“So let’s make a deal. If you promise to y no more games at my expense then I’lle visit youter today. I’d like to see you dance and hear you sing,” he said as she moaned in that beautifully melodic voice of hers.


    Talina was now beyond words. Her hips began to move with the rhythm of his fingers as they teased and tantalised her slick channel. Gregory watched with silent reverence at each tiny little reaction of the sexy seductress. Her eyes were tightly shut, their breath shed as their mouths neared and she burned hot in the chill morning light. A few stray locks of that chestnut hair fell across her face as a light sheen of perspiration began to form on her brow. His finger finally found the firm little nub of her clit and lightly brushed across its sensitive surface. He felt her fingernails dig into his t-shirt as a sudden thunderp of bliss rocked her body. Enthused by this, he repeated the light little brush over her highly aroused pleasure centre. As his fingers found the light rubbery flesh of her core, he traced small little circles around her clit and felt her body quiver with the oing wave of climax. She opened her mouth to moan and he silenced her by sealing his lips to hers in a kiss that she soon shared with equal passion.


    Those oing waves crashed through her with tremendous force. She lifted both her hands to hold on to his strong shoulders and her body thrashed against him. His fingers slowed as he yed her like an obscene musical instrument. Then, as she was able to feel her muscles preparing to rx, he suddenly moved his fingers sharply and quickly inside her to draw forth a great crescendo from her body. In all her years she had never known anything quite like that boy’s fingers. If someone had told her that he, barely a man, had only felt his first woman the day before she might have pped them for being so idiotic. Yet she had never known a man who had troubled himself to seek her pleasure and hers alone. Nor one with such a great natural talent for the task.


    His fingers slowly slipped from her juicy folds and slipped around beneath her cloak to possessively grasp her delightfully firm behind. As she fell from those dizzying heights her strength waned and her long slender legs grew weak. She held herself to him with her arms sliding around his shoulders as their lips parted and she looked up at him with a mixture of exhaustion and delight. She already wanted more. Though even as her hand moved to unwrap the hooded sweater from where it was tied about his waist he caught her wrist and shook his head.


    “Not now. I have a meeting remember?” The words were downright heartbreaking.


    “Very well. I’ll not take you for an ordinary man again, master.” Thatst word still had a hint of teasing about it, though it was spoken with a great deal more affection.


    She found the strength in her legs again and wrapped her cloak around herself whilst Gregory lifted his fingers to taste her. She was clean, delicious and lightly scented. He made a note to lick that nectar directly from the source in future. The sight of the man licking her juices from his fingers and savouring the taste like she was a fine wine made Talina consider attempting an act of rape. Then his deep blue eyes met hers again and she quickly reconsidered it.


    “Thank you Talina. Now if you’ll excuse me…” He nodded his head toward therge tent in the distance to emphasise his need to get moving.


    “Of course. I shall count the moments until we meet again.” She didn’t call him master this time. He didn’t mind.


    He left Talina to make her way back to the merchant’s camp upon slightly wobbly legs. Turning in the opposite direction, he entered the circle of pavilions in which warchief Grolfir and his retinue resided. A few guards were posted here and there holding enormous spears and wearing typical orcish ck armour. Gregory walked to thergest pavilion. It was crafted of a sturdy ck material lined with fine gold and silver embroidery along the edges. Two guards stood outside as he approached and crossed their massive spears in front of the entrance before looking down at him. Their faces were impossible to make out from the darkness cast by their helmets.


    “Hi, I’m here to see the warchief? I’m Gregory. He asked me toe.” Thankfully a few thoughts ofrge scorpions, bad Elvis impersonators and the morning chill meant that he wasn’t presenting himself sporting arge erection from his dalliance with Talina.


    The spears opened almost immediately to allow him to pass though. The orc guards remained silent and unnervingly imposing whilst he walked between them. He passed through into the tent itself which was big enough for a couple of dozen people to standfortably inside. A third of therge space was partitioned off by arge thin curtain behind which Gregory could vaguely make out arge bed and a sleeping orc female lying apparently nude on top of it.


    He quickly averted his eyes back to the centre of the room where a veryrge table stood stalwartly with various papersid out over it in what Gregory guessed was some kind of organised chaos. An armour stand carried the warchief’s personal battle garb which looked fucking terrifying even without the great warrior inside it. Beside it arge ck sword that looked like a very long meat cleaver from hell was propped up against arge, closed wooden chest. Other furniture filled the tent including a rich fur rug and severalrge chairs surrounding it.


    Grolfir himself stood behind the desk and looked up as Gregory entered. The orc was huge even by the standards of his people with a body that had been shaped and honed in amidst years of war and brutal training. His head was bald and one of his pointed ears had long since been mangled in some battle or other. What unnerved Gregory about the warchief more than anything were his eyes that burned with intense orange me and carried across a very keen gaze whilst giving away very little about his intentions.


    “Warchief.” Gregory didn’t really know how to address the massive orc leader and so simply used his title. He also tried a respectful short bow.


    “You havee,” the great behemoth remarked passively before going silent for a moment. “Good. You will give me Algra.”


    The words hit Gregory like a sharp punch in the gut. He managed to keep hisposure and lifted his gaze to look the mighty orc right in the eye despite how terrifying it might have been.


    “If Algra wishes me to gift her to you then I will. If she wishes to stay with me then I will not leave her.” Gregory wasn’t exactly thrilled with what he knew might being next since he wasn’t all that fond of being pulverised but he stood firm despite his worries.


    “Algra has already asked me not to challenge you for her. She wishes to stay with you.” Grolfir let out a low growl at having to admit such a thing.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.


    “Then if you want her you’ll have to challenge me.”


    “You’re good… but not that good. I am no fat merchant, boy. Many far greater warriors than you have fallen before me.” Grolfir snarled menacingly.


    “I know. I don’t even think I stand a chance.” Yet Gregory didn’t waver. “Still, it’s Algra and I think she’s worth fighting for, even if I die trying. So if you want to challenge me then that’s fine. Let’s do it. I haven’t dropped anyone as big as you before but fuck it, there’s a first time for everything.”